I reached out to grasp your hand
you insisted on entwining fingers.
We prayed, your reticence balanced
my routine detachment.
Your palm was cool and clammy
nerves evident in your slippery grip,
tightly we held each other
comfort in the matching pressure.
After our hands slowly disentangled
you looked to me for some approval
I nodded, smiled, and touched your shoulder
my body saying what I could not say in words.
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